My world is beautiful for you

When a red sun illuminates the sky, it brings light to the world: when a lightning strikes the sky, it brings warning to the heavens and the earth; when a breeze sweeps across the earth; brings cool to the earth; you - poetry, that is the red sun Give me the light, that is the lightning, give me a warning, that is the breeze, give me easy, my world is beautiful for you!

The road to life is long and endless, which makes me confused and ignorant. When I took the boat of life, I was driving in the fog of the deep life, surrounded by white, no one, no gull, only the sound of the sea and the impact of the ship. In this vast and boundless sea of ​​fog, the eyes only show a stunned look, and only show the ignorance of the road, only with the undulating fog and sea. At this time, it is you - poetry, telling me that "the wind will break when the waves break, the clouds will sail straight to the sea", let me reinvigorate, hang up the confident sail, drive my life boat, take a thousand miles to break Miles, a firm belief, I believe that I will take out this foggy sea and move towards success.

People always like to read old things, always like to be attached to the goodness of the past. Many of the past glory can't be relieved. I am no exception, and my heart is being shackled by too many pasts. Whenever you are in a state of sorrow and irritability, you will always remember how beautiful the past is, how worry-free it used to be, and many complicated past events always reverberate in your mind, so you can frown all day and live in the past. In the world. Just as I lamented for the reality, I yearn for everything in the past, it is you - poetry, telling me that "the sail boat is on the side of the boat, and the disease tree is in front of Wan Muchun." Let me understand that old things will always be new things. Instead of changing the situation, we should look ahead, look to the future, look into the future, and don’t worry about the past and the past. Because everything in the past is a foregone conclusion, cannot be changed, and cannot be changed. Everything in the past has become a bubble. Everything is illusory. Only by cherishing the present, cherishing the new things in front of us is what we can grasp.

Autumn, a season of fruit fragrance. The peasants are full of joy of harvest, but the leaves have endured the sorrow of dying. When I see this scene, I am easily infected by this bleak atmosphere, and I can’t help but give birth to a glimpse of it. Pity and sentimentality. I have been working hard for three seasons. Why are you waiting for this ending? Why is there no one? Just when I am extremely sad, it is you, poetry, telling me that "the red is not a ruthless thing, and it is turned into a spring mud." It turns out that the life of a fallen leaf is not uncommon, and its zero is the biggest one it has made. contribution. Because it turns itself into a nutrient for the next generation, allowing the next generation to grow better. Poetry, let me get a solace in the loss.

Because of you - poetry, my world is beautiful for you!

Third day: Wen Ziru